Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come this

(scratched)
got a few things I wanna say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not
the wrath of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the got sprayed and yelled RAID
Like a of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a brother'll this
Another jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I hover above the land of lame that dont blow
I'm the clip and then bo bo with the gun
And a once in a munch chest, rest in
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with sounds like
Run over enemies and I rest in the
Dark hemisphere, wit a fear is nothin but a mere setback
when I'm here,
earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet
I'm a dog, through the jungle
wit a hoodie and black hat down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm
gotta do the jewels tack talkin clowns
Tip me, knock 'em all around, bust a front
With a fat blunt on a vine in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the sound little when the rap bump
Springin on the I bowl man
Gifted I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, riff dipshits
shit is the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' down
with a new flow outgrow when you step back
To the with a fat rap with a fat sack
a little bit a funk in my napsack
Take it to the brother land
and I was smotherin' stupid idiots like
Givin' back to the man and get another land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How easy and wishin' into the depths
up in the sound in the heart of the
Gettin' with the art of the rumble,
never amount to be smarter than
'em mumble, make 'em humble,
Get me from the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it that
From the end to the other end gonna end,
set a with the maniac mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you your day job
my competitors never know the right
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black
Rappers fail to attack me, like a sail with the g
I attack 'em acne, exactly UGH

(spoken)
Mindless cretins grow idiosynchrosy
Peels up, up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up the deep, dank murkiness
No telling what is
I hero it, but will I a jerkin
I proceed to a buster
'cause I trust the finer design in the mind of the
Just impossible to find
What a disgrace to the race of wack
I am because I to stand my ground
FIRM and blowin' the rhythm the and learnin'
All I is we've earned every entry attained
And strained the game, and what I'm tryin' to is that
The deeper creepin' the more we find sleepin'
And slippin' just dead lips on a mission
Its the reason the gift we've been given the rhythm
'cause that the way we've been livin
And in the essence, survive and its easy
To recognize when analyzing bo?
Surprises the in this line and tryin'
To get you to buy into their fantasy
Can it be damaged the bones
of the and men thats exploting my culture
Can't every breast that you touch
was as up ?paper scun? be one motherfucker
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, of
out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is that
The that covers me now is the blackest, attack this
I thought we already established the
Presented in the cemented
by the bumblin' brothers tumblin' down
me in a cannibalistic style, but I just smile and
Silence 'em like the lambs, all the whole flock
We just one stock style
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and the whole fuckin while
Not trippin over no vines, or no swine, or over no mines
Or over no line at the
Thinkin' of whippin' 'em like a in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the beginning of the
Not in time, but in the
Imagine the camels loaded up
The men, themselves up
It's a long journey -- the is all in the clamor
As we start from the top we go to the bottom
Of a myserious place -- a very place
What's that I see?

(Lyrics Born)
I even describe you, so I ain't even gon' try...hmmmm
Making of mc Asia is now this I dont dispute but you knew
You knew Lyrics was a ripped off note sheet of a hundred
And you scrape the paint off your bumpers making you beat the buzzer
sure Lyrics Born came out his mother's stomach
covered with the that kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I know you can make rhyme
And have the whole goddamn planet uncle at you and even
Still the time big up little ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Asia Born, this bottle
Or that you would even be lightly concerned with little, words
That you tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my mouth that me big bad don, takin' kids' legs home
You can't even back a sliver roach, you
type shit, and then watch me wreck this stage
Boy like I got your daddy's style hangin' my waist
And then watch me -- the way
Good lyrics taste, I just ain't little rabbit eyes in your heart
Man, 'cause if I it was just
Lyrics Born that made lyrics born, born
And then suddenly I do no more, I'd be like
"Do you me?" No, Asia
And you used to my record on the way to the vapor